This is a song about "Rob jones"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

So like i said before don't act a fool

Going to meet rob, and tryin' to act cool

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

For things they would rob for, pickin' pockets in the projects,

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Its so crazy jones and az, its so lovely sippin on bubbly

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,